T.T.U. Lyrics

Fuck up a check

Ice on my neck

Got these niggas upset

Got these bitches obsessed

They in love wit the flex

I can run wit the vets

Ain't no pressure at all

Don't you ever forget

Tuhhh

I'm tryna run up a mill can't fuck wit no hoe

They just run up a bill

I been that nigga fareal

I bought me the rolly to put it on chill

I makem sick to they stomach they see how I'm coming

And get in they feels

And I ain't stopping for nothing

They know I be running this shit in the field

They know I'm

To turnt up

To turnt up

Yea

To turnt up

To turnt up

Yea yea

To turnt up

To turnt up

Mmmm

To turnt up

To turnt up

Yea yea

Ohh

Yea

Look

How could you forget

What did you expect

I want nothing less

I can never rest

Playin wit the sack better come correct

Thumbing through them bags running up them bags

I done broke a sweat

All the dawgs ride right or wrong for me

Never second guess

Boy I can't fuck wit these bitches at all

It's major pimping involved

They say I'm sick as a dog

But fuck it I need it as quick as it come

I bought the AP all stainless

Boy I got rich in a month

I bought the presidential plain jaining

Bout to get richer than trump damn

I never play by the rules

They paying attention we paying our dues

And I still ride wit some niggas

That's ready to flip it wit nothing to loose

And I just bought me a glizzy for

Niggas who think they got something to prove

They know I'm still on a mission

I gotta go get it I been on the move

They know I'm

To turnt up

To turnt up

Yea

To turnt up

To turnt up

Mmmm

To turnt up

To turnt up

Yea yea

To turnt up

To turnt up

Yea yea